The days blurred after that night in the park, each one slipping away in a haze of confusion and longing. I couldn't escape Xavier's presence. His dark eyes, his voice, his touch—they were always with me, even when he wasn't. Every time I tried to push him away, to remind myself of the life I had before him, I found myself sinking deeper into his world, into the darkness he radiated like a pull I couldn't resist.
I didn't know who I was anymore. The girl who had graduated college, who had dreams and ambitions, seemed like a distant memory. In her place was someone unsure, someone tethered to a man who thrived on control and power, someone who was becoming too afraid to pull away.
The days blurred together, each one slipping by like a fleeting moment, but none of them felt real anymore. Everything in my life felt like it was slipping through my fingers, leaving only the shadow of Xavier in its wake.
I couldn't stop thinking about him. The thought of him consumed me—his dark eyes, the feel of his touch, the weight of his presence. He was everywhere, even when he wasn't physically near. The moments when I wasn't with him felt like an eternity, like I was walking in a world that had no color, no depth, only an endless grey fog.
And every time I tried to break free, to regain some semblance of the life I had before, it felt like he pulled me back in.
I had told myself I was strong enough to resist him. But I had been wrong. The pull of Xavier was too much, too powerful for me to ignore. I had been lost the moment he looked at me like I was the only thing in the room that mattered. And somewhere, deep down, a part of me didn't want to fight it anymore.
I sat in my apartment, staring at my phone as if it could offer me some kind of answer. The screen was blank, save for a single message from Xavier: "Come to me."
I didn't even hesitate. The thought of disobeying him, of not showing up, made my stomach twist. It wasn't just the fear of what he might do—it was the way my body reacted to him, the way it craved his presence like a drug I couldn't quit.
I didn't want to go. I told myself that again and again as I stood up and grabbed my jacket. I didn't want to go, but the truth was, I couldn't help myself. Not anymore.
By the time I arrived at his building, my mind was a haze of confusion, a twisted mixture of desire and fear that I couldn't untangle. The elevator ride felt like an eternity. When the doors opened, I stepped out into the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest.
Xavier was waiting for me, as always. He was standing there, leaning against the doorframe of his apartment, watching me with that predatory look in his eyes, the kind that made my blood run cold and my body burn with anticipation at the same time.
"Zoey," he said softly, his voice like a velvet whisper. His eyes darkened as he took a step toward me, his presence overwhelming. "You came."
I couldn't bring myself to speak. What was there to say? I was here because I couldn't stay away, because, somewhere deep inside me, I wanted to be here, wanted him in a way that made me sick to my stomach. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch light but laden with intent.
"I've been waiting for you," he murmured. "You know that, don't you?"
I nodded, unable to find my voice. His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer until I was just inches from him, feeling the heat radiating off his body. I could smell him—intoxicating, dangerous, something I should have stayed away from. But I didn't.
"I know you don't want this," he continued, his voice a low murmur against my ear, "but you've already given yourself to me, Zoey. You've always been mine."
I wanted to deny it, to argue with him, but I didn't have the strength. He was right. Somewhere along the way, I had surrendered. Not just physically, but in ways I wasn't even ready to admit to myself.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I whispered, my voice breaking. It was a question I had asked myself over and over, but I never had the answer. And Xavier never gave me one.
His lips brushed against my ear as he spoke, sending a shiver down my spine. "Because I can, Zoey. Because I want you. And because I know you need me."
His hand moved from my neck to my cheek, cupping it with a tenderness that only made the situation worse. I should have pulled away. I should have fought back. But instead, I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch, feeling the weight of everything I had lost, everything I was becoming.
His other hand moved to my waist, pulling me closer, until there was no space left between us. I could feel his heart beating against mine, feel the heat of his body pressing against mine. My breath quickened, and I couldn't deny the pull anymore.
Xavier was right. I couldn't walk away. Not from him, not from this.
"Please," I whispered again, but this time, I wasn't sure what I was asking for. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to stop or if I wanted him to take me in the way he always did.
"You're already mine, Zoey," he said again, his voice soft but firm. "And you always will be."
I wanted to scream, to fight, to run from everything this man was and everything he had turned me into. But as he kissed me, slow and deliberate, a part of me didn't want to run. A part of me wanted to stay there, lost in him, trapped by his touch, knowing I was sinking deeper into a world I couldn't escape.
I couldn't go back. And at that moment, I wasn't sure if I wanted to.
"I can't keep doing this," I said, my voice barely a whisper, trembling with something I couldn't name.
But Xavier didn't let me finish. His lips met mine in a kiss that silenced all my thoughts, all my doubts, and for that brief, fleeting moment, I wasn't sure if I wanted anything else.
Warning !! Matured content ahead
Xavier towered over me, he was stronger than me. Bigger, His muscles strained underneath his clothes, tensing whenever he moves. He was close enough for me to feel the heat emitting from him.
"You are beautiful Helene." He whispered, his breath fanning my skin because of his closeness. The praise almost make me moan out.
He ran his hand down my arm, taking my hand in his and I wasn't expecting him to turn me around, my front met the wall and something hard was pressing into my ass. Clenching my thighs together to relieve the ache he cause.
"Keep them open for me, Helene." He said with warning Tone, he bit my earlobe and I couldn't stop the shudder moving through me. I ignored is demands, choosing to rock my ass into his hard erection. My lips parted, needing more Dan what his giving me. Xavier pressed himself harder, until their was nothing separating us except our clothes.
" Do you want this?" He asked, earning a throaty groan from me.
"Yes please." I breathed. He grunted, reaching his hand around me to cup my pussy in his palm. My tight dressed strained against my thighs , moving up to my waist to reveal my underwear. It was lace blue and uncomfortable cause I want it off me immediately.
His hand grind into my clit, forcing me to Moan out. My breath got heavier, the feeling of him rolling his hand with precision made my eye to roll back to my head. I always had a sensitive clit. When is finger dipped into my underwear, I grit my teeth.
" you are wet for me, Helene." He said softly, lips and nose pressed into my neck. His finger slipped pass my clit finding my hole where he spread my arousal around.
The tip of his finger dipped into my hole, feeling me just for a second and I heard him groan out "fuck I want you now."
He spun me around removing his finger, not giving me time to react before his mouth was on mine again. Kissing hard, skimming his tongue across my bottom lip and caught it between his teeth. The kiss was painful, rough but I couldn't stop it. His tongue wrapped around mine, sucking on it as if his life depend on it.
He moved and allow my back to met mattress at the middle of the room. Xavier hovered over covering the every part of my body with his large frame. He was so hot.
His mouth never left my lip when he spoke.
" How do you want to be F**k?"
Rough, Hard.